#mrwilliameames

- constantly wakes me up with freshly made coffee and breakfast, sometimes goes to the bakery and the florist and gets me baked treats and flowers too.

- the way he’ll sit patiently after we’re both exhausted from sex and rub any cramps away I’m having, he’ll also get up and bring me water and a washcloth should I need one.

- the lifting me, honestly there’s times when he’ll just swoop me up and carry me upstairs to bed or into the car when we’re going to my doctors etc - not only is it super cute and makes me feel safe and loved...I also low-key feel like I’m in a Disney movie.

- his love of sneakers, he appreciates and loves his footwear and he gets so excited when we go shoe shopping for him

- the happiness he gets from buying tourist things like magnets and mugs, they’re always a few euros but he gets so chuffed and pleased and our fridge looks epic!

- His study! Oh gosh his study, it’s warm, it’s relaxed and it’s so comfortable. I can smell the wood, the spice and the leather and god I love it. I always feel so chuffed when he invites me in, I love looking at his work, seeing his things everywhere and watching him work on something, seeing him really focus is such a pleasure of mine. Eames study just radiates comfort for me.

- the way his instinct works, he knows when I’m stressed, when I’m anxious or low and he’ll tend to me. He doesn’t try to fix me, he just tells me he is there and he’s not going anywhere. He speaks for me, sometimes literally - he’ll talk for me to my psychiatrist or doctor when I shut down. He’ll tell me as many times as I need to hear that I’m safe and that everything will be okay.

- physical care; the times when he’s carried me to the bath, washed and brushed my hair, when he looks out my clothes for me, helps me out of bed and helps me get dressed if I end up so low I don’t have the energy to do these things myself. He’d never let me fall into such a deep depression where I don’t wash or my hair gets matted, he knows I couldn’t bear that so he takes care of it, takes care of me

- the protectiveness; the walking on the outside of the sidewalks, the holding doors open and chairs out for me, the putting his arm around me and the way his hand will brush against mine when we’re out, his way of saying ‘I’m here’

- the milkshakes! God they’re SO good, he makes them exactly how I like them and he always makes me one when I’m in need of a little comfort

- he tells me stories about his wonderful grandfather all the time, stories about his grandfather when he was a boy, a solider and when he took care of Eames. He loved and trusted me enough to let me come and visit his grandfathers grave with him and we stood and paid our respects to a wonderful man together.

- the sentimental gifts he’s gotten me over the years - he got me the deeds to my childhood home and he found my cherished stuffed elephant I had as a child and brought him back to me.

- the fact I don’t even need to say ‘can we get Starbucks?’ anymore - he just assumes I’ll want a latte and will make a stop

- the way he is with our dogs, the lil head kisses he gives them, the way he’ll talk to them, tell them how they are all good boys and how proud he is when they follow a command and do as we tell them - he is the best dog dad ever

- one time in Paris, he took me to all the bougie shops I wanted to go to but then we came back to our apartment, got drunk and we danced to all his rap and grime music and had filthy sex for the majority of the evening

- the way he consults me before he makes any major decisions because he values and respects my input - he does this for trips, for any big purchases or even simple things like babysitting Jack, he always asks what I think first

- the touches: the way he puts his hand on my lower back or puts it on my knee or holds my hips in the shower, it’s such a subtle way of showing me a little affection and intimacy